Mirage

Thoughts manipulate in the closed spaces

Sometimes in the circle the mind races

The wild images indeed vivid and clear

Occupies in dusk, in dawn disappear

:

As the maple trees in autumn ablaze

Mystically a spring emerge diluting the haze

But the deep black horses gallops in the backyard

The beclouded aura smells of the vicious card

:

Baffled, the journey ends from where it begins

An eerie stillness with the gabardine of sins

Thus longing for the leaves to open up

Alas! They close again with a mild touch

~~payal~~